Blame Miss Barclay

[Hook] You can blame Miss Barclay. Who? You can blame Miss Barclay. Who? You can blame Miss Barclay. Who? You can blame Miss Barclay. Who? [Verse 1] They wanna know why Mister Pane writes in the way that the does Some are genuinely intrigued, some are making a fuss They just can’t seem to figure it out, so they complain and they cuss They feel the sting because he’s gotta be creating a buzz There’s no bitch behind these bars - He doesn’t bow in the showers - And no impulse to keep ‘em sweet He’s acting sour to cowards While the flavour shuts 'em up He’s found a way to sum shit up The end result? Three sixteens to the power of ours This is nothing like the other stuff you’re into Yes, this is an album, but it’s more of a motherfucking tribute This information’s vital, it explains the title Here’s a little something that I dedicate to my school Teacher, she taught me English in my teens I didn’t fancy her, but she’s one of the women of my dreams She played a part in creating the formidable machine Called Mikill Pane, I’d like to say this is a big conspiracy [Hook] [Verse 2] She taught me that it’s no just what you write, but how it’s said That makes your rhetoric explosive enough to make a page a powder keg Musicians called and said, ‘Your poetry’s quite hot We should tie our skills in with each other’s’ So I said, ‘Why knot?’ If I didn’t have those commitments, I’d harvest my own crops Smoke them all, go into Hyde Park with a soapbox Then stand on Speaker’s Corner with a mic or a megaphone And scream about how politicians lie just to get your votes I’d ask some questions publicly and need some answers Like: who really looks up to these greedy bastards? Why’d they riot in the UK just to take some stuff While the Houses of Parliament remained untouched? Why didn’t they run up on the goverment and tell them to leave Or have an example made out of them like Elliot Gleave? If I whipped a little frenzy up, I would accept the blame But someone else would share the credit — I’ve already said her name It’s Miss Barclay [Hook] [Verse 3] They want me to speak about that, not this There’s nothing they can tell me I had my heart set on one thing when I started to make this LP And that was not to go down in history as some other cunt that penned hits I’m not trying to get to the plaque — I’m not a motherfucking dentist So don’t think that Mister Pane can help With fixing teeth. Just brace yourselves For a wave of chicken shit MC’s that are standing by in case this sells And if it does and they copy me, I won’t be stupid and go at them I’ll be so flattered because I’ll have more sons in music than Joe Jackson They’ll know they’d never have done it without their dad and that’s the main thing Barack Obama’s not the only black man that can change things My priorities are clear, I don’t just rap this staff for payment My bank balance is at the bottom of the list, and that’s an understatement I’m just saying, but I’m saying it in the only way I know how: Very starkly, Gwen Stefani-style, so there remains no doubt That I’m never gonna say sorry for any phrase that caused displeasure And I will not budge an inch. Just thought I’d say that for good measure [Hook]